Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 10:03:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Quiet Writer <quiet_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Nature Part 1

The following story is fiction; it is designed to be read by adults who
enjoy lesbian erotica, with elements of domination, submission and
servitude. If you are not an adult, and do not enjoy that type of writing;
please read no further. The story is the sole property of the author.

Dedicated to the 'Stars Above Me'

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Chapter 1

She knew she needed something more in her life. That was the thought that
she woke up to every morning, that's what she thought about as she rode the
bus to work and what kept her awake at night, alone in her bed. She was
never taught to strive for things beyond what she had; complacency was a
virtue in her upbringing, repression and control were guideposts of her
younger life. This was a woman that was universally seen by the outside
world as a diamond in the rough. Her natural beauty was hidden under a sea
of beige and neutral. Her hair was restricted by buns and pins, her form
disguised under shapeless unnatural fabrics. A famous sculptor was once
asked how he made such beautiful art out of stone. He replied; "I just look
at the stone, and take away everything that isn't beautiful". Little did
the woman know, that her beauty would soon be revealed by exactly that same
manner.

At twenty five years of age she was entering her sexual zenith. Her body
was like a rocket stalled on a launch pad. The smallest of life's pleasures
threaten to awaken her sleeping sensuality. Showerheads became magical
instruments of pleasure; a warm breeze under her skirt would make her flush
with excitement. Over the years, men had made advances on her and she had
succumbed to some early sexual relationships, all which left her cold and
unfulfilled. She knew from an early age that her desires were not being
satisfied; in fact they were considered immoral and were thrust from her
mind for as long as she could bear. But she never stopped looking at women
however; no, in fact the beauty of another woman is something she was drawn
to from as early as she could remember. She had been captivated by the
women on the covers of Redbook, and by the daring women who wore sleeveless
dresses to church in summertime. And so it continued for most of her life,
she would sit in her cubicle at her dead end job, awash in anonymity,
burdened by the knowledge that there was something more out there, and
frustrated by her body's unquenched thirst. Each day was a single step
closer towards an inexorable conclusion; her life wasn't going to change
unless she found the bravery to take a chance, she needed to look for some
sliver of hope that she could hold onto... anything to help turn into the
butterfly she longed to be. It was just then she heard the "Ping" from her
computer's email, and an icon of an envelope indicating a new message
delivered. It was a message that would deliver her the salvation she so
desperately needed.

To All Employees:

Please join our ownership and management team in welcoming Bernadette Adams
as the new Vice President of International Sales and Marketing. Bernadette,
comes to us with a sterling resume and an extensive background in
International Exports. She will be the youngest person to hold this
position for our company, as her resume justified. For the past 10 years
she has been stationed abroad, combing the globe for the Commodities
Exchange Market, and we have been lucky enough to entice her to join our
growing firm. A new management hierarchy is attached, there have been
several changes in direct reports, so please be sure to review for changes
that may affect you. Bernadette will be joining us tomorrow, so lets all be
on our toes, and I am sure you will all make her feel most welcome.

Regards,

Andrew Milton

President

Mr. Milton didn't normally send out company emails. Such an announcement
would usually come from someone in HR, she thought. Ms. Adams must be
someone he is very proud to have hired. She certainly sounded mysterious
and successful and any break from monotony was most welcome. She wasn't
sure why, but the woman felt a chill creep up her spine as she opened the
Excel file of office changes. She scanned the report and suddenly felt a
mix of emotions seeing her name directly under Ms. Adams, Executive
Assistant? She ran her finger down the screen one more time to make sure
she had read it right, but there she was in big bold letters; Mindy Swanson
-- Executive Assistant to Vice President of International Sales and
Marketing. As she stared at the screen a Human Resource officer came to her
cubical and began to explain to her the new position, it would come with a
pay hike, she would be moved to the 10th floor and have her own desk
outside Ms. Adams' office. Mindy took time to take in all the
information. Change scared her, it always had, but she reminded herself
that change is exactly what she wanted and needed. She took deep breaths as
the woman told her about her new responsibilities and dress code. Even
though she bit her lower lip out of a nervous habit, she couldn't help but
smile.

Chapter 2

The bus ride home that evening seemed to take half the normal time. Mindy
stared at the scenery rushing by and hardly noticing the gradual decline
from clean-lined urban office buildings to non descriptive industrial parks
to the closely spaced single family homes where she lived. As she made the
half mile walk home to her bungalow, Mindy began to piece together an image
of Ms. Adams. She was certainly going to be successful, which meant her
clothes were going to be tailored and expensive. She has been living
"abroad," what ever that meant, so her tastes for fashion might be a little
more eclectic then she was used to. The email said she was young, but that
could really mean anything. All the vice presidents at her company were
middle aged men, with paunchy bellies, receding hairlines, and were mostly
in their late fifties or early sixties. So young could mean 48 or 50? None
of this really mattered to Mindy; she just liked to know what she was in
for. Predictability was what Mindy was used to, and it helped her to
picture the mysterious Ms. Adams.

Mindy arose from a fitful sleep a full hour and a half early. She wanted to
make sure she had everything just perfect for her new boss. As she stood in
the shower, she ran through her clothing options for today in her mind. She
was going to have to buy some new clothes soon, the secretaries on the
tenth floor were always dressed much nicer than the rest of the office, and
she hated to feel out of place. Mindy had to shake all those negative
thoughts out of her head. She reminded herself to try and be bold, to try
and think positive. As she dried her hair she looked at her reflection in
the misty mirror. She took a deep breath and wiped the mirror clean to take
proper inventory of the woman that stared back at her.

Her body could be best described as willowy. At 5'9" she was taller than
most women she knew. Her slender frame accentuated her height. At an early
age, Mindy remembered feeling gangly and awkward, now her height brought
her attention, even if the eyes didn't bother to linger or take notice of
the rest of her. She held her hands under her breasts and turned to look in
profile. She had always been proud of her breasts; the way they turned
upwards, and had held their shape and firmness, and of course of her
nipples. Mindy had long nipples, at least they seemed long. She hadn't
really seen very many photos of other women's nipples, so there wasn't much
to compare with. When she was cold, she had to walk with her arms over her
chest for fear of dying of embarrassment. She ran her hands down her ribs
and sides, and admired her skin tone. The first man she had slept with told
her that he was shocked how nice her body was, and that she had the frame
of a swimmer. She liked that, and always admired her long flat tummy as a
result of it. Mindy had heard of women shaving their pubic region, but
never really saw the point of it. God put hair there for a reason, and she
liked her full blonde muff of fur. It was pale and yellow gold, just as the
hair on her head was. As she combed her long blonde hair she had a thought,
and proceeded to dig under her sink for her curling iron. She found it
behind the economy package of tissues. It was an old hand-me-down, and was
stained from non-use. She never let her hair down, and certainly never
curled it.

Today, however, seemed different. Today was a new beginning. She felt a
surge of excitement that she was making these small changes in her life. As
she worked the iron and spray through her golden locks, she liked the way
it lay on her shoulders and down the center of her back. She even giggled
at herself when she made a cheeky smooch into the mirror like some hussy in
a movie. Mindy was starting to feel sexy. She dug through her panty drawer
to find the Victoria Secret bag she had been keeping since her 20th
birthday party. One of her college friends had bought her a pair of silken
red thongs with an embroidered black rose in the center, with matching red
bra topped with a black lace. Mindy had never found fit a reason to wear
something so provocative. Until now, that is. She had never worn a push-up
bra before either, and as she looked in the mirror began to wonder why. In
profile her breasts looked twice their normal size, she covered her mouth
with a giggle as she looked head onto her cleavage. Her B-cup breasts
looked to have grown a full cup size. She had to smile as she ran her
finger along the line of her bosom. As she saw her image in the mirror she
could feel the gusset of her panties warm from the heat of her core, and
dampen as she began to realize that she was transforming herself for her
boss, a woman. She felt like a school girl going on her first date. A
ridiculous thought she realized as she had never even met this mysterious
Ms. Adams, much less even contemplate the idea of a real relationship with
a woman. But that's exactly what she was doing.

Mindy stood at the same bus stop she always did, and the same time she
always had. As the door opened to the transit line bus, her normal bus
driver gave her the normal greeting she always did, then suddenly stopped
to take a second look. "Well, honey, don't you look nice today, I ... I
hardly recognized you with"... The woman looked at her as if she had never
seen her before, trying to place exactly what is was that was different
about her appearance. "Did you get a hair cut?" Mindy smiled at the woman
as she swiped her transit card, commenting that she just decided to wear it
down today. As Mindy walked down the aisle she felt the eyes of the bus on
her. Many of the faces were very familiar, people she had been seeing every
morning for the past five years, but they looked different today. The women
smiled as if to say, "way to go girl", and the men looked at her the way a
dog looks at an unprotected hamburger on the side table of the living
room. Yes, Mindy was looking different, was feeling different, and everyone
was taking notice. This was a new feeling for her, and she wasn't exactly
sure how to act as she felt eyes burning into her body, but she was pretty
sure she liked it.

Chapter 3

Mindy arrived to work at 7 am, an hour before her normal scheduled
time. She intended to get situated in her new desk, and to make sure there
was fresh coffee made. She wanted to be able to greet Ms. Adams when she
arrived; she realized how important first impressions are. Mindy was
feeling good about herself today. All the extra primping had done much to
boost her confidence. She had picked out her prettiest outfit to wear. She
had decided to wear a pencil skirt, chocolate colored that went past her
knees, it was difficult to walk quickly in but she loved the way her legs
looked in it. She wore a simple Ann Taylor white blouse, something in her
this morning made her keep the third button undone. She very much liked the
way it showed the effects of her new bra, highlighting her cleavage as well
as the black trim. She wore a simple chain this morning, it hung just low
enough to draw ones gaze to her chest, something she noticed on the bus
this morning. She wore her heels as well; simple black and tall. She stood
nearly 6 foot tall as she searched the name plates down the dark hall for
Ms. Adam's office.

All the offices were dark, except for illuminated paintings of old white
men and the occasional fern. Mindy put on her reading glasses as she
continued her search in the dark. As she turned the corner she saw a single
office light on. It was the office next to the president's. Mindy held her
breath as she walked to the door, and had to swallow hard as she read the
sign. Yes, the mysterious Ms. Adams had arrived to work before her. Mindy
felt her palms begin to sweat and her throat tighten. She hadn't done a
thing wrong, but she already felt like she was at a disadvantage, it was a
feeling Mindy would soon get used to. She took several deep breaths and
tried to pick herself up, and put on her best face as she pushed open the
door. "Hello, is anyone here?" Mindy's voice surprised herself and as she
heard it she could hear her own nervousness. From inside the door she
noticed that the secretary's desk had been removed and replaced with a
large couch, she wasn't sure exactly where she would sit now, perhaps new
furniture was on order, she thought. From her vantage point, she could see
just inside her boss' office. There were boxes on the floor, awards lined
up waiting to be shown, strange artifacts from far off lands. She could see
a line of old paintings on the floor that had been taken down and already
the walls were filled with brightly colored pieces of art. Her office had
no art, not until now that is. Mindy stopped cold as she peered around the
inside the office. The room was as if she stepped into a movie set. The old
standard store bought desk had been replaced with a heavily carved
"Partners Desk", the kind of desk that had two sides to it, with two
chairs. In the past business partners who worked closely together would
share. It appeared she would work very closely with Ms. Adams. Her boss had
her back to her and was busy meticulously arranging a series of ivory
carved sculls along the desk. They were beautiful in a macabre sort of way,
and that wasn't all. On the walls there were paintings of Middle Eastern
Bazaars with queens and harems. There were a series of pastel paintings of
an old manor home with some sort of equestrian scene she couldn't quite
make out. Her new boss had created a small world inside her office., full
of fantastical images of far away lands and of beautiful women, but all
with some thematic element that Mindy couldn't quite make out.